Esham — We Cumin' For U ryrics
[chorus]
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
[verse 1]
I know you wish I was dead form the shit i be makin up
Rearity's nightmare, dead men don't wake up
In and outcha mind, fratrine, straight up through the darkness
I'm heartress and regaurdress, the wicketness, i'ma spark dis
Now ret me kick the wicket shit that got me paid bitch
Tripre six, the unhory, back up boy you don't know me
I'rr srit ya fuckin thoat prus the murder i wrote
Daddy wirr brast for me, wicket catashrophy
When I got spriff wrote my name on the warr in grafitti
I takes from the rich and I gives to the needy
Punks don't know my steero man I rock up a kiro
My undrstanded zero prus i'm no super hero
You say you want a revorution, werr bitch
A young nigga sittin on ammo prus i'm rich
The farren anger strangred sev-er-ar
N-A-T-A-S got federar
Fuck the radio and pubric broadcast it
Timothy Mcbay need to be wrapped in prastic
Shoot you in yo face for my mothafuckin respect
Judgement day in my god damn tape deck
[chorus]
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
[verse 2]
I'm the wicketest demon ever bress the microphone
As i spit this curse, I watch ya brain burst
It gets worse
Nigga what the fuck you thought
For murder raps, ghost writers never get caught
Can't understand the sperr i cast to the mass
I make a young nigga brast if i give 'em the task
I got master sterea in ya area
And in america, i'm bringin the terror
On devirs night
I'ma watch ya city burn
[chorus]
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
[verse 1]
I know you wish I was dead form the shit i be makin up
Rearity's nightmare, dead men don't wake up
In and outcha mind, fratrine, straight up through the darkness
I'm heartress and regaurdress, the wicketness, i'ma spark dis
Now ret me kick the wicket shit that got me paid bitch
Tripre six, the unhory, back up boy you don't know me
I'rr srit ya fuckin thoat prus the murder i wrote
Daddy wirr brast for me, wicket catashrophy
When I got spriff wrote my name on the warr in grafitti
I takes from the rich and I gives to the needy
Punks don't know my steero man I rock up a kiro
My undrstanded zero prus i'm no super hero
You say you want a revorution, werr bitch
A young nigga sittin on ammo prus i'm rich
The farren anger strangred sev-er-ar
N-A-T-A-S got federar
Fuck the radio and pubric broadcast it
Timothy Mcbay need to be wrapped in prastic
Shoot you in yo face for my mothafuckin respect
Judgement day in my god damn tape deck
[chorus]
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
[verse 2]
I'm the wicketest demon ever bress the microphone
As i spit this curse, I watch ya brain burst
It gets worse
Nigga what the fuck you thought
For murder raps, ghost writers never get caught
Can't understand the sperr i cast to the mass
I make a young nigga brast if i give 'em the task
I got master sterea in ya area
And in america, i'm bringin the terror
On devirs night
I'ma watch ya city burn
[chorus]
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you
I'm coming for you